"Can't it be? If I hadn't left her back then... she might not have suffered so much." Shang Meixin still blamed herself.

My daughter lost her memory, which was another heavy blow to Shang Meixin. She knew about this situation that day and was eager to visit An Yurou.

But when she came to Qinglianyuan, she didn't dare to go in. The pain of self-blame was like an invisible hand that made her feel heartbroken.

"Mom, my sister has lost her memory, but Mu Qingyu has told her that she has a real father and mother. I think you are better prepared. One day, you two elders will meet her and make her happy." Yao Xing said seriously.

Shang Meixin sobbed, and after a long time, she calmly said: "I will discuss it with your father."

In the Qinglianyuan villa, Mu Qingyu carried An Yurou upstairs, and Xiao Hei was about to enter the house with his tail swayed. Zhao Liang hurriedly pulled it away.

Seeing that they went upstairs, Zhenzhen quietly turned off the lights on the first floor and entered her room on the first floor.

In a short while, the villa became quiet.

Mu Qingyu gently put An Yurou on the bed, lowered her head, and kissed her on the forehead, "Baby, do you want to drink something?"

An Yurou shook her head, "I don't want to."

"Will Brother Ye sleep with you?"

An Yurou was stunned, subconsciously wrapped her chest, and asked in embarrassment: "Are there other rooms here?"

How could he sleep with himself?

"Baby, we have been sleeping together before you lost your memory." Mu Qingyu saw her shyly and twisted her little nose with a doting heart, "Don't worry, my brother won't touch you, he just hugged you and told stories."

An Yurou thought about it for a moment before nodding reluctantly.

Both of them were wearing nightgowns, and there was a blanket on their body. This blanket was still placed by Mu Qingyu. He was really afraid that he would not be able to stand it when he touched the little woman's body.

"Brother Ye, tell me why I ran to Qingyue Town, then fell from the bridge and lost my memory." An Yurou really wanted to know what happened.

But this matter is too painful to say. Mu Qingyu didn't want to say it, but after An Yurou's repeated begging, he had to perfunctorily say: "I thought I didn't like you, so I left me in anger. Later, I found out that I was wrong. You were in a hurry to come back, so you went to catch the bus overnight, and then accidentally fell off the bridge."

"That's right?" Speaking of this, my temper is too bad.

An Yurou smiled embarrassedly, resting her head on his strong arm, "Brother Ye, you should tell me the story of my childhood and in the orphanage."

"Yes." Mu Qingyu touched her face lovingly, and then began to speak slowly...

His voice was very nice, thick and magnetic. In the quiet night, it was like the sound of a cello coming from afar. As An Yurou listened, she closed her eyes with a smile.

She fell asleep and listened to the beautiful story.

Mu Qingyu pursed her lips, and her loving eyes circled her beautiful little face. In the past few days, under Hao ***'s careful cooking, the flesh on her face grew a little bit more, her skin was delicate, and her white and red.

Thinking of her living so freely and happily in that beautiful mountain, Mu Qingyu suddenly had a plan in his heart.

He gently stroked her face and whispered: "Yu'er, brother will give you happiness and will not let you suffer any more in the future."

The next day, Mu Qingyu took An Yurou to the Military Region General Hospital.

When I walked into Grandpa An’s ward, I saw An Yanan being there too.

Grandpa An looked excited when he saw them. He lifted the quilt and was about to come down slightly, and his originally turbid eyes became much clearer.

But, why are there tears in his eyes?

"Ye'er..." He strangely extended his hand to Mu Qingyu first.

Mu Qingyu stepped forward and held him, his expression also mixed with sadness and joy, "Grandpa, sit down."

"Ye'er, are you really Ye'er?" Just now, An Yanan came in and told him that Mu Qingyu and An Yurou would come together today, and Old Master An was waiting happily.

Finally, when he saw the tall and handsome Mu Qingyu, he was so excited that he couldn't do it himself.

"Grandpa, I am Mu Ziye." Mu Qingyu nodded, then stretched out his hand and pulled An Yurou behind him, "Yu'er is here too."

"Okay." Grandpa An stretched out one hand to An Yurou, and An Yurou held it...

Although the old man's hands were shriveled and touched the bones, they were still so warm.

Even though An Yurou couldn't remember anything, she couldn't help but feel sore when touching this hand, and she screamed with sobs: "Grandpa."

"Child, where have you been?" Grandpa An trembled and asked with concern.

"Grandpa, didn't I say she was out for a trip?" An Yanan interrupted, understanding what he was asking.

"Yes, grandpa, I'm out to play." An Yurou cleverly attached.

Grandpa An covered Mu Qingyu's big palm on the back of An Yurou's hand, shaking his lips, and his mouth was vague, "Xiaorou, your brother Ye is back, he... is your brother Ye, not Mu Qingyu. When Grandpa was not awake, what you said to me, grandpa heard, you love him, now, you must be well and love each other well."

An Yurou didn't hear a word clearly, but from the old man's eyes, she knew what the old man was saying, and she nodded: "Grandpa, I will be fine."

Mu Qingyu seemed very excited, with his thin lips tightly pursed, his eyes wet, and his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although he did not hear the old man clearly, just like An Yanan, he also understood one or two based on his mouth.

An Yanan asked Xiao Yang to bring a chair for Mu Qingyu and An Yurou to sit down, and then waved Xiao Yang to go out.

Grandpa An kept holding Mu Qingyu's hand and leaned against the head of the bed, staring at him, wriggling his lips, and he stopped talking.

"Grandpa, you should take good care of yourself. I will help Yanan when you settle down." Mu Qingyu saw the expectation in the old man's eyes, and he said sincerely.

An Yanan was stunned, then blinked, her nose sore, and she quickly lowered her head.

Grandpa An was excited and red in his eyes, murmured: "Don't you hate us? Ye'er."

Mu Qingyu shook his head. Seeing this, Grandpa An slowly opened his arms, rushed over and hugged him, and choked, "Ye'er, my Ye'er, grandpa... I'm sorry for your parents, I'm sorry for you, forgive grandpa! Forgive grandpa!"

The old man began to sob, and An Yanan raised her head in confusion. An Yurou looked at this scene in confusion.

Because the old man spoke in a crying voice and his head lay on Mu Qingyu's shoulder, An Yanan couldn't see his mouth and couldn't see clearly what he was saying. He just felt something strange from the old man's excitement.

However, he quickly denied his speculation.

After so many years, if Mu Qingyu had a relationship with the An family, why didn’t his father and grandfather mention it before Mu Qingyu’s car accident?

Grandpa’s current performance can only be said that he was so moved by Mu Qingyu’s words.
Chapter completed!